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Friday

Part 1: He collected all my heartaches and knitted them into a scarf. Along with broken promises and scattered memories, forgotten dreams, forced laughter and smiles, and hidden tears. It turned out, well would you believe it, Beautiful.

I never thought that bad things, when tied together, can be beautiful too.

Part 2:She likes sitting down, frog-legged, next to his feet and looking up so she can see his lashes. She loves it even more and wonders how the sun rays embrace it, and when the wind touches them gently. She's always too jealous, but she lets it go this time. He's hers, he told her, I'm yours forever.

~ Welcome to Moon Lore ~

"There was a little girl, with a bookcase for a heart. Whose dusty, lonely shelves, longed for swan songs to impart. And came a dawn hued book, with pages stained which dwell, in worlds of wondering whimsy, which reality could not quell. With lashes softly crotched, around lyric violet eyes, the little girl looked up, to tug boats clearing skies. A night where stars would fly, instead of tarnished fall. And where a bookcase for a heart, was not a bad thing after all." - Kim (Frankie Magazine)